Allowance is issued by allegiance
Descent
De scenting the grain
Defection from account
The man above watches
As open journal
His story is carved
And reared
Nearer grown abundant
Recital of vow and order
un adhered
Ends actions statements
A fold is created
Company is kept seperate
SEARCHING QUESTION
By Swamidhason Francis
I stepped out for answer and forgot the question;
I stepped in searching for it;
she escaped from my abode,
Oh my God!
What can I tell them, hiding in society?
Where shall I find her?
I lay in bed, lifeless like a glutted sheep,
Floating in my failures, flooding my drained brain;
While daring demons of daylight are dancing
with fear, omens of fright are barking at night.
She tested covid-19 +ive
She kills anyone or everyone here
And I stand alone quarantined forever.
On Being Quarantined
By Betty Harp Butler
Lord, you know that I am
Tired of being quarantined.
I don’t like having to stay inside
And all of the problems that brings.
I want to walk, skip, and run.
I want to feel the sunshine,
And the wind on my face,
That is almost like a warm embrace.
But…
When I consider the alternative
I think I will try to be content staying inside,
From that awful Coronavirus
I will gladly (?) try to hide.
See you later, world!
Quarantined
Under
A
Radical
Awakening
Never
To
Imagine
Nearing
Eternal
Death
Quarantined
By Franklin Price
04/08/2020
So you're tired of being quarantined
Are at home and off the street
The restaurants have shut their doors
Take out's all there is to eat
Could try to fix some for yourself
With the help of family
Who knows, it could be edible
You'll just have to try and see
Or as a bear in winter,
Could sleep the COVID through
Then wake up somewhat smaller
Maybe down a size or two
No matter what your preference
How and what you feed your face
Don't run in crowds, wash your hands well,
Stay quarantined, and in your place.
PS
Please don't wait for government
To hunker down and isolate.
You are the most responsible
For determining your fate.
Sudden fear struck by body
And I could barely breath
Move or speak
When I first heard about
The corona virus and
All its destruction
It's even scarier to
Believe that it's in
Your city and your town
What makes it even worse is
That I don't know who it
Has already attached itself to
Could be my family or
My closest friends
Now I'm stuck in isolation
Like a butterfly in its cocoon
I tried to escape but couldn't
I want to breathe
A breath of fresh air
On the outside
But I'm afraid it's in the air
While I'm stuck at home sitting
In quarantine
I learn to invent new things
That made me happy
Even cleared my head
Of all the cobwebs
Made up some new games
I even focused more on my life
I believe that we shall overcome
I also made up my mind
To live each day
Like it was my last!
This warm spring day a bright display
when souls desire to run and play,
but we must stay six feet away
to save our health from disarray.
I cannot see why this must be;
I pray to Thee, please set us free.
I long to trace lines of her face,
and feel the touch of her embrace
that makes the pace of heartbeats race,
but we must always keep our space.
I cannot see why this must be;
I beg of Thee, please set us free.
I’m so distressed with house arrest;
this COVID thing I so detest;
a deadly pest, unwanted guest
that leaves our weary souls depressed.
I cannot see why this must be
please hear my plea and set us free.
April 4, 2020
There's plenty of empty
Shelves and pantries
The streets weep for missing feet
Crowds of clouds float and gloat
Mocking our lot, as they mingle and flock
Oh, the lords of hoard now run the board
Going by social media shifts
Toilet paper's now the sought-after gift
One can't use scanty panties
To clean your fanny's nooks and crannies
In this sparse farce
The walls grow small
Under the strain
To remain sane
Our horizons turn on spaces burned
My dear, it is with love I say
I can't miss you
If you can't go away.
3/28/20
For 'A-Muse-Sing' poetry contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Another day like a gerbil on a wheel clip,
Running 'round the house...
Stayin' in the same place
I think I'll go shovel some rain
Quarantined
Waking up to this strange dream
First sight is the checkered ceiling
Then the antique bathroom mirror
I see old age and worried red eyes
I see another drawn day of breathing
My beard is out of control with grey
I am home now and not going out
I hear helicopters often in the sky
The morning time is escape time
The missus and me watch another one
Another end-of-the-world imitation
Just like ice milk; not the real thing
We sit and netflix the hours like sharks
Devouring phony time with no incisors
As with a glass vase holding heartbeats
We know dinner time is the best time
As another anxious nothing day slinks by
There will be kitchen trips for comforts
There will be basement sojourns for spirits
But no afternoon excursions to the shops
No possibility of even meeting stone statues
Inside this wooden box is where we must hide
Out of this window is as far as I can see
Listen
There is hopeful music in the distant rooms
There are praying voices behind the closed doors
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